Sunday, October 10, 2010

Living the Question...

I like answers.

Yes. No.

Black. White.

Stability, in other words.

Things up in the air are liable to fall. Unanswered questions riddle the soul.

And then I read yesterday:

"Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day."

- Rainer Maria Rilke

I open doors, unlocking questions which perpetually squeak with uncertainty. I am frightened of my own experiences, of exhuming deadly broken bones for reanimation. And, I am frightened by learning a new language, at once accented with Greek, Hebrew, and quietly whispered French -- I wonder, what does this speech mean? I am not good at translation. I am still trying to learn to hear that which I speak.

Transposition though, hearing Many Voices keyed towards communion...with that I have experience. Polyphonality though, is a dangerous thing. It always has been, this child of the chant. Merging independent lines -- brought fears that the sacramental voice, the sacred, would be lost -- it is a threatening thing. Monophonic lines are more easily heard and followed. Melodies purely rise and fall with clean tones of assurance about their place. And yet, The Gregorians were missing something.

That something, was separate voices singing together; not in unison, but together, even as diverging parts. Even, when it is necessary that they follow their own lines.

How to make peaceful sense of and how to reconcile these diverging voices, I think, is Rilke's Beautiful Question.

Elucidation eludes, however, and I am rendered speechless with listening...growing faint from living with question.

A zucchini made its way to my house this weekend. A very large zucchini, having grown much past its natural size. Did it lay forgotten, its existence buried under the rough leaves of late summer thought? Was it the one whose assigned Picker was frightened to reach beneath the canopy and to touch before sight? I remember being that Picker, being the one sent to the garden to gather my family's own forgotten produce. Returning to the house, I presented giants grown of neglect.

This Green Giant...what to do with it? The giver of this gift gargantuan, had just the answer to my question.

Pancakes. Zucchini pancakes, served with applesauce and sour cream. Eh?, I said. But, as I am learning, strange ingredients do make good pan-fellows, complimenting to strengths and serving in weakness.

Yes. Make me pancakes.

Thus, they were made. And, I ate. I ate food made for me. Fried, fatty, comfort food.

And you know what? That night, saying yes to pancakes, just might have provided the living answer to my question.

~ Zucchini Pancakes ~

Shredded zucchini
Sorghum flour
1 Egg
Sautéed onions
Mix thoroughly and then form into something vaguely resemblant of a pancake
Fry in oil until crispy and brown

~ Homemade Applesauce ~
Melt butter/Earth Balance
Add 2 apples, cut into chunky pieces (I like chunky applesauce)
Add brown sugar and cinnamon, stewing until the pancakes are done.

Top pancakes with applesauce and kefir cheese.

Be comforted.

I will continue to live my question in belief that someday, I will experience living the answer...


  1. looks tasty. Hope someone enjoyed the second plate.

  2. i was wondering what the fried food you spoke of i know! i like...

  3. I do think the second plate was enjoyed...
    Both were savored by hungry souls -- that, I do know.

  4. You will have to tell me the proportions of zucchini to flour and then I will try them, but am not sure I can wrap my mind or shall I say taste buds around the cheese part. But as you commented they did make good pan-fellows :-)
    I am glad you are comprehending the concept of not having to know all the answers to the questions in life you are listening to many voices in different formats and they all seem to be pointing you to this one unified answer live life one day at a time. You know he is right that if we knew the answers we could not live them. Continue on your red sock journey my lass.

  5. I love Zucchini pancakes. I was given the recipe over 20 years ago. I've never tried them with the cheese, but wish I'd been there to help empty the 2nd plate for you.